#I'm sorry I can't leave this gem in the bad place

[lordsovorn]

Highlight of the day.

Repost if you are PANSEXUAL

[milkb0nny]

Hii, I would like to request Sampo headcanons about his love language towards his s/o 😻🫶

Thanks in advance 🤧🤍

Sampo's love language

Sampo x neutral!reader

Note: I'm sorry this took me ages! I decided to finish my requests, despite me not being into the community as much as I was at the start. Though, I still hope you'll like it! 🤍 Thank you very much for this request!

🤎 Despite his flirtatious exterior, Sampo is a hopeless romantic at heart. He writes anonymous love letters to you, leaving them hidden in unexpected places like your favorite book or tucked under your pillow. Even though he isn’t the best at arts, he leaves silly doodles on the front of the letters where he playfully displays you two kissing, cuddling, holding hands and such. His facade falls away in these letters, revealing his true feelings and vulnerability. He usually struggles to express his serious side so writing letters helps him communicating these romantic emotions.

🤎 Sampo loves surprises and one of his favorite ways to show affection is by planning surprise picnics. He packs a picnic basket filled with your favorite foods and invites you for a spontaneous date. It's a perfect blend of his charm and thoughtfulness. Sampo also brings thick blankets along, as well as thick pairs of socks and candles. He’ll set up a lovely setting before dragging you there. Even at the coldest places, you still don’t need to freeze, due to his warmth and care.

🤎 Sampo may be involved in scams and seems very dishonest, but he knows how to be genuinely kind, especially to you. He leaves little surprises like your favorite snacks or a warm cup of coffee at your doorstep when you least expect it. It's his way of showing that he cares, even if he can't always express it openly. You often find yourselves stumbling over small gifts when you leave your apartment in the morning. Wether his gifts consist of flowers, food or small gems, it always makes your day.

🤎 Despite his flirtatious persona, Sampo is a gentle lover. He's attentive to his partner's needs and takes the time to listen and understand you. His affectionate touches, like brushing a strand of hair from your face or holding your hand, convey his love. His hands are always as cold as ice, but you don’t mind. Him petting you is the most comfortable experience you get in life.

🤎 He showers you with compliments, daily. From praising your intelligence to admiring your breathtaking beauty. He believes in building your confidence and making you feel cherished and desired. Whenever you struggle with your self esteem, the man stands by your side, trying to be your positive, loving voice. You started loving yourself more since you entered the relationship with Sampo. He is a master at giving cheesy yet endearing compliments.

🤎 Sampo strongly believes in the power of bouquets to brighten someone's day. Being specific: your day. He'll surprise you with a bouquet of your favorite blooms, showing up at your doorstep with a grin.

🤎 The handsome man loves stargazing, and on clear nights, he'll take you to a quiet spot away from the city lights. You lie together, watching the stars, as he shares stories and dreams about your future together. Since he can access to the over world, he fell in love with the beauty of stars. As the night sets and stars shine bright, he finds himself in a very emotional situation. They shine so bright, yet being wrapped in darkness and it amazes him. Stars remind him of you.

🤎 Sampo is a master of corny jokes. He'll unleash a barrage of his funniest one-liners, hoping to make you laugh, even if it's just for a moment. His enthusiasm for wordplay is infectious. You can’t help but smile, even if you bawled your eyes out before, when he tells you the most dry joke on this planet. You love it though, as he always lightens your bad days up. In secret, the man wishes for an award; the award for the funniest man in your life.

[drarryweasley]

HP Rec Fest - Part 1 (Days 1-16)

Boy, has it been a moment since I've gone through my fanfic bookmarks. Thankful that @hprecfest has given me a reason to do so and rediscover some old gems!

Anyways making this list made me realize that I'm a connoisseur of explicit content so most of these are smutty and I'll leave that up to you to decide whether that's good or bad

(These are almost exclusively post-war fics where everyone is an adult, unless otherwise stated!)

1. A favorite fic under 5k: If We Lie Like This by everythingokay

(Harry x Charlie Weasley, rated E, 4.1k)

Harry/Charlie is one of my absolute favorite ships of all time, and this is one of the sweetest pwps I've ever read of them, so you know this had to be my first rec.

2. A comfort fic: Lumos by birdsofshore

(Drarry, rated E, 41.5k)

This is one of my oldest bookmarks, and still one of the best. I love, love, love eighth year fics, in no small part because of this one. The summary really says it all:

"Harry never expected to spend eighth year listening to Draco Malfoy wanking."

3. A podfic

I've truly never listened to a podfic in my life, I just prefer reading I'm sorry

4. A fic with art: What Have You Been Hiding Under Those Robes, Professor Malfoy? by Booktopus

(Drarry, Rated E, 15k - art is NSFW!)

Finding art in my fics is such a rare, exciting surprise, especially because I rarely go looking for them. Now, a GIF? And a smutty gif at that? Of tattooed professor Draco? What. A. Find.

5. A non-AO3 fic: The Lust of Gryffindors by Fearful Porpentine

(Harmione + so many pairings/groupings, rated M, 381.5k, aged-up during canon)

Yeah, I'm pretty much exclusively an AO3 girlie, so I don't have many options for this one. Still, this is a standout as one of my favorite smutty extravaganzas.

6. An unreliable narrator fic: Touch by bixgirl1

(Drarry, Rated E, 45k)

I had this fic on my TBR for so long before I actually read it, and when I finally did, I was KICKING myself for waiting so long! I love touch-starved characters finally getting what they need (is it self-fulfilling? perhaps), and I never thought a sleep-deprived Harry could be so funny.

(I'm aware this is an unreliable narrator in the loosest sense of the word but I'm sticking with it because it NEEDS to be recced)

7. A canon-compliant fic: With the Edges Worn Down by MayatheBee

(Harry x Ron x Hermione, rated E, 13k)

By "canon-compliant," we mean "takes place so far in the future that canon can't disprove it," right?

If so, then here's my pick. After Ginny's death, Ron and Hermione decide to finally act on feelings that have been ignored for their entire friendship. It is so, so sweet and so, so hot.

8. A canon-divergence fic: Safe Word is Devil's Snare by ShayaLonnie

(Neville x Hermione, rated E, 97k)

Hot Neville Agenda? Hot Neville Agenda.

Neville is fast becoming one of my favorite characters in fic (both in reading and writing). I'm a sucker for him growing into his self-confidence after the war while still being the same loveable plant guy we know. And a forced marriage with hyper-competent Hermione? Get ready for the spice, y'all.

9. A rare pair fic: 93 Diagon Alley by Schmem_14

(Harry x George, rated M, 30k)

I'm quickly realizing that most of the fic I consume (outside of drarry) is rare pairs, but this is one of the best. Harry and George leaning on each other through their grief, and realizing what they need to get through said grief is, in fact, each other? Sign me up. I usually avoid stories that feature Fred's death as a significant plot point, but this is too well done to ignore.

10. A fest fic: Beware: Naked People Ahead by SonnenFlower

(Lots of pairings, rated M, 6.6k)

I’m recommending this fic not only because of the absolute hilarity of the premise, but because it is a part of one of the best fests I’ve ever come across — the Hermione’s Nook Naked Weasley Fest! This fic had me laughing the whole way through (and crying when I wasn’t.)

11. A dark fic: Whore by orphan_account

(Harry x Fred x George + noncon, etc, rated E, 141.6k, takes place during canon)

Listen, I don't read dark fics very often. They tend to crush my soul and spin me out. This is my "I want to hurt" fic — SO MIND THE TAGS.

12. A WIP you're following: New Blood by artemisgirl

(Pairings still evolving, rated M, currently 1.3 million words, takes place during canon)

As a general rule, I don't read many in-progress fics (this is a personal fault because I get too impatient and invested). But when I started this fic, it had over 1 million words and didn't seem to be stopping anytime soon, so I took the plunge. It features a Slytherin, overpowered, badass Hermione, deep fae/wix lore, and a unique twist on all our favorite characters!

13. A fic with over 100k words: Finding Sophrosyne by mlfoyskhione

(Drarry, rated T, 136.5k)

An eighth year fic where everyone in Hogwarts falls into an unwakeable sleep...except Draco and Harry. Absolutely delectable.

14. A favorite series: Harry Potter & Seven Years of Chaos by Severitus812

(Harry x Fred + Severitus, unrated, 1+ million words; takes place during canon)

When I started this fic, the first six parts were published and part of the seventh. I DEVOURED them in a week, and I still haven't gotten around to finishing it because I'm positive it's going to break my heart. Still, an absolute beast of a story that is so, so fun to experience!

15. The most recent fic you bookmarked: The Best Laid Plans by Drarrymadhatter

(Drarry, Draco x George, Harry x Fred, rated E, 6.6k)

Okay, I’ve bookmarked entirely too many fics since the start of this fest, so to avoid repeats, I’m recommending the last fic I bookmarked BEFORE then. Based on my url, it couldn’t be more perfect — Draco, George, Harry, AND Fred? Absolute perfection. Sexy, sexy perfection.

16. A fic that made you laugh: I WANNA SEE SOME ARSE by thefrancakes

(NottPott, rated E, 10.5k)

From the title of this fic through the end of it, I was laughing. And where I wasn’t, I was fanning myself because. Hot. Damn. I’d never shipped Harry and Theo Nott until reading this.

So many excellent fics here...and yet I'm even MORE excited about the next set of prompts! Until then!

[siriannatan]

Intervention - Grian Xisuma

I just realised how long it has been since I wrote any Hermitcraft piece… Anyways. Here's one :}

Xisuma was minding his business. Looking over his plans for his pyramid and what to do about being the Minister of Idiots. He had to remember to meet up with Stress about that. He also had to reset End Chunks. All normal start of season things. Maybe aside from the 'Minister of Idiots' part.

What also wasn't normal were some of the hermits that settled around the cherry forest mound. Gem in the front with Mumbo and Skizzleman following close behind. "Hello, is there any server issue?" Xisuma asked prepared for some chunk border weirdness or some mobs stuck in caves busting to be needed.

"Grian needs an intervention," Gem announced. "Nothing we do can stop him from fishing. He's going a bit weirder than needed," she explained further.

"I can't ban him from fishing," Xisuma sighed. He heard whispers of Grian's recent obsession with fishing up a mending book.

"We know, but even just getting him to have a nap would be great, I have no idea when I last saw him rest," Skizz sighed, head shaking.

It had to be bad if Grian had to be reminded to sleep. If any hermit who was here for season eight needed such a reminder unless they needed night for something. "I'll see what I can do then," Xisuma nodded. It had to be serious if he was being involved.

So he put aside everything else and took a leisurely walk to Grian's dock. It got some decor since he last saw the place. Nothing like Grian's neighbours were doing though. He was too busy fishing to bother about a proper starter home. With a sigh, he approached the figure perched at the end of the dock. Mumbling menacingly at and about the 'sea'. A rather concerning sight. Xisuma understood why Gem gathered her part to ask for intervention.

He wasn't even trying to be quiet. Most of his suits made it rather hard. But, "Grian?" as he spoke the avian startled so hard he nearly fell into the 'sea'. "Whoa, careful there," Xisuma chuckled nervously as he caught Grian and pulled him up.

"Oh, X... What brings you to my humble dock?" the avian asked squirming in his grasp.

"Some of your neighbours came to me concerned for your well-being, asking for an intervention," Xisuma explained pulling the fishing rod away from Grian. "Meaning I'll be taking you away from fishing until you've properly rested," he decided, keeping Grian in a tight hold even with only one arm as he stashed his fishing rod into a nearby barrel.

"Wha... Noooo. I need to get my mending book," Grian protested, loudly, trashing in Xisuma's hold.

"I'm sorry Grian but as the server admin I have to address the concerns of other hermits and there were several concerns about your well-being raised to me. So I had no choice but to intervene," Xisuma calmly explained as he carried Grian away towards the Neighbourhood. Unbothered by curious looks of passing by hermits. Unlike Grian who gave up on struggling and just hid his face in X's shoulder.

Grian spent whole three days confined to X's base before the admin decided he was well enough to be let out. It was comfy three days of staying in X's bed and resting. And he was a bit sad to leave but left with an invitation to visit when he pleased for more cuddles. To rest better of course. At all not because they enjoy each other's company in that way. If Grian gave X a cheeky kiss before running off back to his base then he did.

[bunnyai]

hi i ended up thinking of a story that works best as a game so.

this'll get updated more as i add more but i'm sorry

elenor - 9 years old - she/her - birthday ???

voice claim: alisha weir (matilda 2022) a small child who goes out on various misadventures and travels around with whatever means she can. she's polite and respectful, and often too trusting for her own good. has made various friends through her travels and feels awful bad about leaving, but she can't stay long!! there's so much to do!!

tiny thing in an oversized trenchcoat and a nightgown and rainboots, and the only thing on her back is the backpack her mother left her. it manages to fit quite a lot for a small bag?

her mother vanished and all she left behind was a map, so elenor is on a quest to follow the map and see where it leads

-natural born magic users are rare and most people in this world use magic via a tool or amulet. elenor and her mom are natural magic users -elenor's mom went missing and all she left behind was a map and her spacious bag. -elenor isn't particularly great at magic, she's nine. but she knows enough to do some small spells. the limited knowledge she has would force players to get creative (using a levitation spell to lift latched on loot boxes, tripping jinxes to run away from guards, small elementary things) -her full name is elenor ruby grace -loot boxes scattered around contain food to either heal or restore elenor's mana (which would be shown in a gem/meter near the top) -different towns have different minigames to earn money to spend at the shops (cosmetic changes like new a new coat or similar, or food) -not all npcs are friendly! be careful of people who seem suspicious, they will try to grab you and force you to fight your way out -different spells use different amounts of mana. small spells like magic bullets don't cost much and can be used in frequent succession. larger spells like causing a gust of wind uses more and there for players should be careful when using that (different spells are used by pressing different buttons on a gamepad or on the keyboard) -elenor's umbrella acts as a way for her to mask magic usage and not get caught -cosmetic changes are totally optional except for a mountain town you have to pass through. to get there you need to go through a portal, but due to dangerously low temps (and the fact you play as a child who's all alone) the person in charge of the portal will not let you go through without proper attire, aka a winter outfit you can get from them free of charge once you tell them ur ready)

different npcs:

- aunt victoria; a close family friend who runs an inn. due to a spell that was placed on the building you can run into her inn in any town for a quick rest. magical object is a broom. - mr nobank; one of 2 traveling salespeople you can meet. he sells all sorts of bits and bobs, usually for a high price but he's willing to trade as well. has no magical object - ms nobank; the other traveling salesperson you can meet. is nicer than her brother and is willing to give you one item from her cart if you do a small quest for her. magical object is a pen. - edith/edie grace; elenor's mother. a kind hearted woman who prefer to keep to herself in the old house outside of town with her daughter, she was a good person and great mother. one day she vanished with no word or warning, leaving behind only a never ending bag and a map to the capitol. used the umbrella to mask her magic usage.

[tobiasdrake]

So Rain Code has DLC to zero in on each of the non-Yuma detectives. Gonna play through these in order of release. Who do we start with? Let's see, that would be....

Goddammit. Desuhiko.

Okay, well. At least we can get him out of the way and then move on to the characters I like. Wonder if these take place before, after, or during the main game?

Well, we're opening at the Scary Zombie Rex Museum so that eliminates "before" as an option. Either the Secret of Kanai Ward investigation is currently ongoing or this is between Makoto's defeat and the Master Detectives leaving town.

Ooh, classic cat burglar mystery going on. So it looks like we'll have to stop this notorious thief from stealing the precious jewels. Okay, we can--

Nope, never mind, we failed. That was a short DLC. Alright, who's next on the list?

Alright, shouldn't be too hard to identify the Nine-Tailed Cat. As we can clearly see from this silhouette, our target is a naked man. Bizarre choice of aesthetic for a cat burglar, but I'm not going to judge.

Go, Nudist Thief, go!

...where do you think he stashed the jewel? Probably best not to think about that.

Again!? How often do naked men steal things on your watch!?

Desuhiko's over here proving my firmly-held belief that the word "again" is the funniest word in the English language.

Will you, though? Your skillset is in intelligence gathering. You're pretty much my last choice in fisticuffs, so I'm pretty sure anyone else on the team is better suited to apprehending our streaker.

Makoto agrees. When he was faking everyone's deaths, he had you die first. He knew there'd be no doubt about that.

I wouldn't call what Desuhiko has charisma. If he were charismatic, people would be willing to buy what he's selling. Instead, his role is one of constantly embarrassing himself for comic relief but with zero self-awareness of how cringe everyone else finds him. His behavior routinely makes him the butt of the joke.

Enthusiasm is how I'd describe Desuhiko. He has enthusiasm. Despite rejection after rejection after rejection, despite constantly failing to convince anyone or even himself that he's cool, Desuhiko never stops putting out a positive façade and trying again.

Oh hey, Yakou's sapient! That places us pretty firmly in the "during" timespan. We're somewhere between Desuhiko's arrival in town and Chapter 4.

The museum must be taking this pretty seriously. Amaterasu's isolation would make it difficult to procure new art pieces for display. Pretty much whatever they already had here plus anything new that the residents create, that's it.

So far as new gems go? Amaterasu doesn't do business within the city; People were talking about that in the epilogue. That's a problem because Amaterasu may have international reach, but they're the only part of Kanai Ward that does.

So good fucking luck getting gemstones here. It's not like Makoto's going to let anyone go out and open a mine somewhere.

That being said, our naked man has to be stealing for his own private collection, right? It's not like he can take the gems to a fence. I can't imagine Kanai Ward has a thriving black market. Why would someone even become a notorious serial burglar in an isolated city-state?

Unless this is a human burglar from outside the rain cage. In which case, WHOA HO HO did he come to the wrong city.

Okay, so their reputation extends to before the Blank Week. That makes a bit more sense. It's possible Kanai Ward had a black market before the isolation. Either way, the possibility of an aristocrat stealing for their own private collection remains as well.

That doesn't sound so bad, honestly. I'm glad Yuma's not on this case. A cat burglar who robs from museums hardly warrants a death feral regeneration sentence.

That's where the nudity comes in. It draws the eye away from the face, and that's if you don't look away immediately out of embarrassment. Brilliant, really.

Sorry, Desuhiko, but I think I'm on Team Kitsune. Robbing a megacorporation barely even constitutes a crime.

I AM 100% ON TEAM KITSUNE. Why would we even want to thwart these robberies? Desuhiko's pride? That and a dozen coins is worth 12 shien.

Oh, it is Desuhiko's pride at stake. I thought I was being dismissive.

Wow, I aggressively do not care about the stakes of this conflict. Let the Nine-Tailed Cat keep pissing in Yomi's corn flakes. It's not like they're hurting anyone.

Oh no, you're mentioned on the seventh paragraph here. "Yellow stranger spotted shaking fist impotently at the burglar."

Hey, I'm all for bagging on Yakou for being a shit detective. But this sounds a hell of a lot like Yomi's problem, not ours.

Yuma does enough of that shit as it is. Do you have any idea how frequently he nearly gets shot? The answer may surprise you.

This was all about impressing a girl. That makes sense. I am now even less invested in the stakes than I was before.

Sound advice, Yakou.

It's amazing how much less irritating his dismissive reluctance to do anything becomes when it's Desuhiko on the receiving end instead of Yuma.

Alas, as with Yuma and Kurumi, Yakou's greatest weakness in reining in his Detectives shows itself once again: His stern disapproval is no match for a brisk jogging pace.

At least we can be sure that didn't change when he turned feral. Yakou's speed has always maxed out at a shamble, so his zombie's barely changed in that regard.

[paleparearchive]

The Jar of Happiness

Millet's 1st initial 3★ story (2/2) ( 1 - 2 )

Location: café 2 | Characters: Millet, Courbet, Mucha

Millet: I wonder if the person who sold me the jar is really a scammer…

Courbet: I'll make it clear in today's discussion.

Man: –Sorry for keeping you waiting.

Courbet: Finally, here you are, you scammer.

Millet: H-Hold on, Courbet! It's rude to talk that way…!

Courbet: Hmpf, what's wrong with telling the truth?

Anyway, sit down. I want to talk to you about this jar. Prove to me that the pricing of this jar is appropriate.

Man: Ooh… You're saying you're not satisfied with the price of this jar?

Courbet: Exactly. In the first place, I heard that the price of this jar was determined solely by your discernment, am I right? Is it really worth the price Millet paid? It's typical of a scam to sell something with unrealistic words such as “it will bring happiness”, to begin with.

Man: Whatever the method of pricing was, Mr. Millet was convinced to buy it. So there's nothing wrong with that, right?

Millet: That's right, Courbet. I'm happy I bought this jar, see?

Courbet: You shut up.

… Anyway, I demand a full refund. Immediately return the money this guy paid.

Man: Ah, that would be impossible. It's written right in the contract. No refunds for any reason.

Courbet: I would've missed it if it was written in such small print. Millet, was this explained to you at the time of purchase?

Millet: Uhm… I wonder if that happened…?

Man: Of course I did. So I think there is a properly signed contract, right?

Courbet: That's a rule you've decided on your own. It isn't something we necessarily have to follow.

Man: However, Mr. Millet and I agreed to the terms of the contract and the sale was concluded. Right, Mr. Millet?

Millet: Y-Yes…

Courbet: But…!

Man: Haah, I don't think I can keep up with you any longer. That's all for now, if you'll excuse me.

Courbet: H-Hey! Wait!

Millet: Courbet, that's enough!

Courbet: But he's clearly a scammer. We can't just let him go on like this…!

—

Courbet: Sigh… Looks like we'll have to take legal action. The point is that you were brought into the store. In other words, under the Specified Commercial Transactions Law…

Millet: Hey, Courbet. I really appreciate your concern, but I think I made a good deal, okay? It's not every day you can buy a jar that brings you happiness. I hope this will help me do better at my job so I can send more money to my parents.

Courbet: You... You should learn to be a little more skeptical of people. That's bullshit.

Millet: You're the one who needs to trust me a little more, Courbet. This jar is pretty good, isn't it? See, this coloring. I think it has a depth that mass-produced products don't have.

Courbet: … If you ask me, the picture is certainly not bad. I was looking at it with a prejudiced eye, thinking it was a con artist's jar, but…

Mucha: Oh, what a coincidence to see you in a place like this. Are you two dining together?

Millet: Oh? Mucha-san. Is something the matter?

Mucha: I had a meeting with an art dealer. I was about to leave when I saw you were here.

Oh my… that jar…! Where did you get such a precious jar?

Millet: …? Well, I bought it in town a while back…

Mucha: Amazing... It is well preserved. A gem like this is hard to find.

Courbet: Hey, what are you excited about?

Mucha: This vase has excellent value. Unless you are very wealthy, I do not think you could afford it…

Courbet: What!? Is this jar really that expensive…?

Millet: Um, so does that mean it's worth many times more than a month's salary…?

Mucha: You were able to buy it for that price!? It should jave been many times that... dozens of times more expensive.

Millet: Huuh, seriously!?

Mucha: If you are willing to sell it, I can introduce you to an art dealer. This is a first-class piece that everyone wants.

Millet: … I see, it's such an amazing thing. Then it better be in the hands of someone who really wants it.

Courbet: I can't believe it... So that scammer didn't realize the value of this jar either.

Mucha: ! Scammer…? May I ask you for more details?

Courbet: Yeah, actually…

Millet: (I can't believe that it could be a month's salary multiplied dozens of times… I knew it was a jar that brings good luck! I'm so lucky someone this kind gave it to me.)

[dream-meister-translations]

GIN - VOICE COLLECTION

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"Ah! That is a popular brand of sake that supposedly tastes delicious! Maybe I could sample just the teeniest of sips一No, No, I must restrain myself."

"Oh, I can't control my desire anymore…Perhaps you can finally satisfy my thirst…?"

"Food, gambling, and beautiful women…Why must there be so many sweet temptations in this world?"

"It's a pleasure to meet you here. If there's anything I can do, I would be happy to help."

"Liquor and food…N-No it's nothing."

"Oh no, this feeling of victory is going to be addictive!"

"It looks like something of value."

"Leave it to me! I may look like this, but I am a connoisseur in my own right."

"I'd like to take a break, but…"

"Come on, let's go. I hope we can find something valuable."

"Are you tired? Then let's find somewhere to take a break."

"After all this hard work, I'm going to take a breather and head to the city. Will you join me?"

"That's all for today. I hope you are satisfied with what I acquired."

"The path of abstinence takes more than one day. Keep up the hard work and train your mind to resist temptation!"

"I feel a little more self-disciplined now. I owe it all to you."

"Restraint is necessary, but never having fun is poison to the body. You should take a break every once in a while."

"More! More! More! I want to enjoy all the pleasures in the world!!"

"Even though I know I shouldn't indulge, I'm so addicted to the pleasures of the world. Is there any way to overcome this temptation?"

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ADEL : Come on, learn to control yourself you pleasure-seeking black fairy, I don't have time for this! GIN : Adel's passion for his work is almost like another form of greed. Well, whatever it is, it's interesting.

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JESTER : You can't resist your own greed, yet you can't indulge in it. You're quite a gem aren't you! I can smell the aroma of misery. GIN : Should I rejoice at the praise? Or should I be angry that I was belittled? I'm torn…

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CHELL : Gin, my merry friend who loves to drink, you must take it slow. Good wine is to be sipped slowly with grace and dignity. GIN : The wine you offered was simply too delicious, I couldn't help but drink it all.

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JESTER : I wonder, what misfortune lies in this place? I'm looking forward to it. GIN : I can't say I understand, but you have a hardcore love of misery, don't you?

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CHELL : I really don't mind if you share with me, Gin. GIN : I'm sorry, but during our exploration, I'm going to ask you to keep that bottle of liquor out of my sight so I can concentrate. Please.

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GHOST : Gin…We've been on this quest for some time now. I can't have you losing your mind, is everything alright? GIN : Yes, I'm sure it will be fine once I've had my fill of lust…

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JESTER : You will never find what you are looking for. It all ends in vain. But, that kind of misery isn't so bad. GIN : As far as I'm concerned, in this adventure, all I'm searching for is a way to satisfy my desires.

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CHELL : Hmm~ I think it's time for a short break. I'm going to have a drink. You want some, Gin? GIN : D-Don't let me see it! I can't stand it!! 一Okay let's drink!

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GHOST : Looking at Gin, I find myself wishing I could throw caution to the wind and play. GIN : Then let's play! Come on~ Come on~ Come on~♪

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JESTER : What a surprise! I can't believe the search has come to an end without a single mishap! GIN : You really are so obsessed with misfortune…I have a lot of respect for you!

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CHELL : Glad to see we made it through. I can honestly say, it's all thanks to your hard work, Gin. I'll have to introduce you to some fine wine as a reward for your efforts. GIN : Sounds like a wonderful plan! After all the hard work we put in, we deserve to be rewarded!

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GHOST : Have you ever considered acting? If you pretend to be someone else, you'll discover something new about yourself. GIN : Acting, hmm? There is pleasure to be had, having all of those people's eyes on you, right? I see, you have a point.

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[softquietsteadylove]

01 - Modern AU

"Druig, you'll be fine-"

But Druig uses both hands to catch Gil by the - massive - arm before he can try to walk off yet again. "Oh, no'y'don't. You said you'd help and you're damn well gonna."

Gilgamesh rolls his eyes as Druig continues to drag him towards the bookshop. It's a cute little place, just a shop in a building that's clearly just an old house. It's so picturesque it's cliche. "Do you really need my help just talking to this girl? And what am I supposed to do?--just stand off to the side and give you the thumbs up?"

"No, what you're going to do is linger so you can get me outta there if I get carried away."

"I'm sure you're not that bad."

"I was in on tuesday and I almost told her she's brighter than the sun itself."

Maybe he does need the help.

Gil pushes the door open gently and heads right into the depths of the shelves. They've really crammed as much as they can into the minimal little space. It adds to the feel of it, though, he thinks. He wanders around a corner, just enough to catch sight of Druig slinking up the front counter and talking to a petite but bouncy woman who must be his 'beautiful, beautiful Makkari'.

"Can I help you?"

Gil startles so completely he nearly trips into the shelf. They're not a chain store, and they're just regular wooden shelves, not exactly bolted into the floor. It starts to tip and he rushes to plant it to the floor again. "S-Sorry, sorry!"

He knows that everyone must be looking at him. But he can only see the woman staring at him. She looks thoroughly unamused, but he has a sneaking suspicion that she had that look on before he almost destroyed half the store.

"Do you need help finding something?" she asks again for the sake of it, in case her first question got lost in him making an idiot of himself.

"Uh, no, I'm okay," he makes an attempt to smile at her. She continues to stare at him with eyes that look like some kind of gem or jewel he doesn't know the name of. They're mesmerising.

"If you insist." She speaks like she's from the 19th century. But that also kinds of adds to the feel of it, Gil thinks. And, like a man possessed, he drifts out of the section with her as she leaves him to his fumbling.

"I'm Gil," he says quietly, feeling as if he's chasing a ghost around as he tries to get just one more look at her. "I'm, uh, here with a friend."

She comes to a halt and turns to him sharply. Her hair sways around her, and the words 'brighter than the sun' echo in Gil's head. Maybe Druig was right: it is dangerous to come in here. "You're here with Druig."

"Uh," Gil glances over his shoulder again. Druig is chatting with his favourite shop clerk, both of them smiling and hands flying quickly. "You know him?"

The ghostly woman finally cracks a smile, and Gil realises that her lips have a unique bend to them, and also that he is staring far too intently. She looks at him and he tries to seem less taken with her. "I have been trying to watch their interactions subtly."

"You're spying on them too?" Gil beams, and her smile only grows. That's it, he thinks; he's done for. He steps in closer, lowering his voice to a complete whisper, "Druig asked me to come with him for the confidence. He really likes her, and he has a habit of letting his mouth get ahead of his thoughts."

She laughs faintly at the description of him. "Yes, I was here when he first met her and told her she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen."

Gil can't even blame him, now. He's looking at the very same problem, himself.

"It's charming, though," she tilts her head to glimpse at them again. Her fondness soaks through her, helping the rigid edges she carries around. When she turns back to him she lets out a breath. "I'm Thena."

"Thena," he repeats to himself, feeling himself smile as he says it. This is exactly the kind of thing he would like to avoid, but she doesn't seem put off by it.

"I'm sorry I startled you," she offers a smaller smile and a faint purse of her lips. "I can't neglect a customer just because I'm trying to keep my eye on them."

"Ah, that's okay. Druig didn't mention anyone else works here."

"I believe he only has eyes for Kari," Thena smiles, leading them around another corner and looking over at them with those eyes of hers. "She has been looking forward to him coming in again."

"Yeah?" Gil can't help but smile as he follows Thena into the back of the room.

Thena nods, positioning herself just so to keep an eye on the target. Gil tucks himself beside her, trying not to look conspicuous. "Told me all about this very nice guy who came in three days in a row for poetry editions. I asked if it was the dour one who looked like he was in a band."

Gil lets out a laugh that is definitely too loud for the confined space, let alone a sleepy little bookstore. He slaps a hand over his mouth to contain himself. He looks at Thena, ready to apologise, but she's trying to contain her own laughter. He lifts his hand just a little. "Sorry."

Thena shakes her head, lips pinched together as she tries to keep quiet. "It's a nice laugh."

Gil turns as red as the hoodie Makkari has tied around her waist.

"It's far too quiet in here anyway," Thena continues, maybe rushes out. She brushes something off her soft white cardigan.

"Oi, Gil!"

He's never been more mad at Druig in his life, he thinks. He sighs, not hiding his frustration at all. Thena smiles at him and follows as he drags himself up to the front counter. He looks between the two lovebirds, smiling and practically giggling at each other. "You manage?"

"Yep, got what I need," Druig smiles with his teeth, holding up a tiny little edition, although Gil can clearly see the receipt sticking out of it with part of a name, a phone number and an address on it. "Although, if you wanna stay-"

"Great," Gil rushes, feeling heat creep up the back of his neck again. He offers a smile at Makkari, who waves. He looks back at Thena, who's stepped behind the counter next to her. "It was nice talking with you."

"And you," she smiles back at him. "Come back any time."

"Yeah?" he asks, and feels like a dumbass for it. But he can't help but look forward to the next time he gets to see her.

Geez, Thena, Makkari grins up at her, inviting him to come again? Just ask him to marry you, why don't'cha?

Thena glares at the shorter woman, her cheeks colouring ever so faintly.

Gil doesn't know what she said, or why Druig is also grinning like a maniac. But he just knows that he's willing to buy every book in here one by one if it means he can see her again.

He's even worse than Druig.

[mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune]

Cinnamon-Roll Lucifer, Chara, Carmine Sisters & Sari (2024)

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[Note: When I'm able to, I will use this drawing as a Cover for a Chapter over at Quotev...so yeah, even though like one of the tags does say do not reblog without permission, I don't really need to have my own permission to use this for over there, because well ya know one in the same....so yeah, this drawing will be for here and for over at Quotev in the future. and it will be used for a type of Crossover AU type story. PS: ya might need to click on the drawing to make it bigger to get a better view of it.]

Credit for Hazbin Hotel goes to Vivienne Medrano

Credit for Undertale goes to Toby Fox

Credit for Transformers goes to Hasbro & Takara

Credit for Transformers Animated goes to Sam Register & Matt Youngberg

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yeah, with how Lucifer from Hazbin Hotel is....this kind of fanart was gonna happen eventually. I can't be the only one who views Charlie's Dad as a Adorkable Apple Goober AND a Precious Cinnamon-Roll that needs to be protected.

plus the weird thoughts I have is like a mix of him being a cinnamon-roll/adorkable apple goober, and that interesting and funny meme where the goth girl leaves her house and she demands the country loving farm boy...XD

Fizz: Behold, The Eveningstar Princess, The Embodiment Of Weirdness And The Goddess's Earth Angel!

Me: Give Me The Adorkable Duck Loving Cinnamon-Roll...

Lucifer: NO! LET ME GO! I HAVEN'T FINISH MAKING MY NEWEST DUCK CREATION! I SAID STOP! *is being carried by Five Robo-Fizz, who are holding him up in the air, while he is tied up.*

Fizz: Sorry, But The Eveningstar Princess Has Spoken and Demands It.

well me being weird is better than how I was yesterday, kinda had a bit of a bad day...one of my gem bracelets broke, lucky I was able to place it somewhere safe, if we are able to, maybe we can put it back together....lucky my other gem bracelets are okay.

there was other reasons why I had a bad day yesterday as well...

I guess one of my gem bracelets breaking is like a mix of bad day and bad luck, it sucks that the bracelet still broke...I didn't even notice at first until maybe a few minutes or seconds later, don't know...I know that it could of been worse, it could of happen outside and it ending up breaking and falling on some pavement without my knowledge.

it be nice if I had such knowledge about gem bracelets when I was a little kid, maybe it would of helped protect me from the dangerous levels of energies from both people and a place.

I still think it is possible that the two places I have lived at before, before moving to the town that me and my family currently live at (and we had to move from a apartment to a house in the same town, which then when we did do so, I did have that depression happen in 2015...but even when I got better, I ended up falling into another one that seem a bit longer than that first one...that second one may have started in 2016, I think it was December 2017 when I got better. I'm not 100% sure if my second depression I had has anything to do with me ending up sick later on, if I remember right I think I may have gotten sick in 2018, I'm pretty sure that was the same year my first cat was, ya know...and it was when I was getting over from being sick when my first cat was about to, leave this world...I was a crying mess when that was going on. but I know when I was sick, I was throwing up...but at least I got better and I ended up having a second cat, who was actually given to me when they were still a small kitten, well a kitten who is a little older but still a small fluffy kitten, they are older now but they are still my precious fluffy baby who I like to think is my first cat reborn. :D )

may have had some dangerous energies that my body ended up absorbing and ended up causing my seizures, not all seizures are the same, and it can be possible those who are very energy sensitive to both people and a place that may have some bad supernatural energy, will end up getting a seizure.

and children & babies could be extra sensitive to the energies, because they wouldn't know they need to protect themselves from the outside energies that can end up flying around the air and then end up being absorbed into their body, which enough of it could overload them and cause a seizure.

and for all I know, the Toxic-Masculine and maybe even the Toxic-Feminine energy could cause seizures, then again it probably would need to be a very high level of it, and it might need to come from a type of supernatural being in order for it to happen...that is just a theory of course.

Toxic-Masculine is still a problem, and even if some might not fully accept it, well they don't have to. because if some are gonna accept it, they should do so by their own free will and accord.

we might still be able to fix the whole Toxic-Feminine and try to make sure some Toxic-Feminist understand there needs to be true balance.

The Toxic-Masculine had YEARS and Centuries to get as bad and dangerous as it can get at times right now, so it might take some more time and power to fix and heal as well as detoxify it from the Positive Masculine energy.

plus another reason why it is bad, may have to do with the annunaki gene, I still think is is possible and there was a Adam and Eve that are all of humanity's Primordial Ancestors but they had lived a very VERY super ancient long time ago before Adam, Lilith and Eve.

and the Adam, Lilith and Eve we know, are possibly one of the early humans who were born from the hybridization of using Annunaki DNA & Homo-Erectus DNA which would result in the birth of a new type of humanity known as Homo-Sapiens which are also known as Humans. I'm weird and I don't have to follow the same theories on how we got here, I can also believe in the science and creation of evolution.

that yeah we were created by Co-Creators, but some other beings like the Annunaki came and kind of did some stuff that caused well the whole balance with the Masculine and Feminine to become very fragile and it taking centuries to get a bit more better even with the problems that are still going on with the Toxic-Masculine, as well as a bit from the Toxic-Feminine as well.

it still doesn't help that some who are Masculine Aligned, ends up doing something so harmful that it ends up hurting the Feminine even more and could be seen as Domestic Abuse To The Feminine.

then again, I might be the only one who views it that way...

I get that it is like some form of twisted justice, but them thinking it is the "right way" may have to do with the Toxic-Masculine side taking control and influence on them, which is why they need to be healed and have that bad type of masculine energy, detoxified from them, so the good and positive masculine energy can grow stronger and be in balance with it's feminine side.

it is possible that not all other Earth Angels will agree, and I guess I'm fine with that...if I have to pull a Pink Diamond/Rose Quartz on my own without any other help from Other Earth Angels, it's okay.

speaking of the whole "Pink/Rose", I had found out about a video and well even watched it because it seem interesting.

it has to do with Angelic Color of Birth Months...

January is Deep-Blue

February is Violet

March is Light-Green

April is Clear-White

May is Soft-Pink

June is Light-Blue

July is Ruby-Red

August is Golden-Yellow

September is Indigo

October is Opalescent-White

November is Deep-Purple

December is Silver...

the name of the video is Discover Your Angelic Color Unveiling The Vibrant Spectrum of Birth Month Connections which the youtube channel is called Celestial Inspiration.

that video they uploaded and I ended up finding by chance or luck, seemed really interesting to me.

the color Soft-Pink for May is interesting, plus I think I wouldn't mind if my ethereal wings weren't just violet but having a pink color, too.

I wouldn't mind if my ethereal wings were fully pink with violet highlights maybe at the tip ends of the wings.

and the Soft-Pink color being a Angelic Color on the Month I was born and what I'm trying to do and my new belief (which is my believing in both the Heavenly Father & Earthly Mother) ends up reminding me of Pink Diamond/Rose Quartz and The Crystal Gems.

well that and that "Stronger Than You" Parody Song that is suppose to be sang by Rose Quartz. and the parody is by Rachel Michelle.

I love Steven Universe, plus even if I can still like Rose and Greg, it doesn't mean I wont still view them as Gray-Parents as well as being people who during their selfishness, even if there was a mix of good intentions...ended up hurting their family.

like with Greg it being his parents as well as his cousin Marty who is Steven's Honorary Uncle, then later Steven.

Rose ending up hurting White, Yellow and Blue with her faking her own shattering. even though she was doing good, she hurt those who loved her and even Steven who didn't really know her but the stories told by those that both loved and knew her.

I can still like those two, but I guess it can be like mix feelings, since Pink Diamond had purposely hurt Spinel by having her stand perfectly still until she came back.

Bee The Queen Embodiment of Gluttony and Bel The Queen Embodiment of Sloth from Helluva Boss, should punch Pink Diamond until she poofs and then bubble her.

Moon Butterfly in my view, has done far worse than Greg and Rose.

I love SVTFOE, but the whole scapegoating the magic instead of keeping the blame on Moon who misused the magic and cost Quirky his life and placing all other innocent lives of both Mewman and Monster, was not okay. if the day wasn't saved on time, even if it did involve scapegoating the magic and destroying it.

Eclipsa Butterfly's Husband Globgor and other Monsters who were hit by the very magic that was being used by Solarian Warriors, which was cast upon them by Moon herself...

they, the monsters would of lost their lives.

which by the way, even if they weren't hit by Moon's hands. she would still be at fault for causing the deaths of innocent people.

and even if it was a Solarian Warrior that had hit Quirky, which would then end up leading to him dying, but Moon is still responsible for his death, even if she didn't hit him with the magic weapon that would ultimately lead to his death...

I also have a theory about the whole Angelic Steel that makes Angelic Blessing Weapons from both Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss, and I will talk about it after I get this posted up.

I hope I'm wrong about Lilith from Hazbin Hotel, that she isn't as selfish or toxic-feminine as she seems, because even the Lilith from our universe has a good reason why she became the way she did...which was no thanks to the younger self of Peepaw Adam who was a spoiled entitled brat during his youth and the three angels didn't make things any better either...it is possible that the whole Adam being a brat in his younger days, may have to do with the Annunaki Gene.

but if it does turn out that Lilith from Hazbin Hotel is a selfish, egotistical, toxic-feminine two faced witch...

it be nice if Bee and Bel kick her butt.

I guess if it does turn out she is not as sweet and kind as Charlie thinks, it could mean that if Adam did come back as a Sinner, he would become a bit better even if he keeps his jerky side but ends up changing a bit....while Lilith becomes not very redeemable.

but if it turns out she is even more bad than The Vee Trio (which I still think Valentino may have a slight split personality, like possibly three of them....do those that work on the show read fan fics with Crossover AU like Hazformers by Blitzy-Blitzwing...or is it just a very weird coincidence...? I mean with how Valentino talks in the show most of the time, with his sweet and calm voice seeming super adorkable...it does make me wonder if he does have three split personalities and don't know it....I'm so fan-headcanon that theory.) and it wouldn't be surprising if she is the one who is hurting Alastor, that she is the one who Alastor made a deal with.

well since both her and Lucifer are divorced, the adorkable apple goober who is also a precious cinnamon-roll, could probably find someone better....which to some fans, that would be Alastor.

Alastor is a Precious Strawberry Muffin & Lucifer is a Precious Cinnamon Apple Roll that must be protected from her...

anyway in this drawing it has Sari, in a type of Seraphim form, which I guess it would be her Winner form, but also still making her a Seraphim.

Chara is in a Sinner form in this drawing, which happens to be like a Fawn, it is thanks to a fan fic I read before that made me loved the idea of Chara being Alastor's daughter.

this version of Chara being Alastor's daughter, (well nonbinary-girl daughter who's pronouns are she/her & they/them...) her full name is Charlotte because well the name Chara is a diminutive of the name Charlotte, so the name Chara is pronounce like how Lucifer calls his daughter Charlie by "Char-Char" so this version of Chara's name isn't pronounced like "Kara" but "Char-rah" instead.

also even though I do like the idea of the pilot version of Clara being like a sister of both Odette and Clara, even if it is just in the Fanon.

her name being Clarice can be spelled a bit different, which is why in this drawing I decided to spell it "Klarice" instead of "Clarice"...

Charlie's Dad in a Cinnamon-Roll costume just seem like a good idea, plus the whole me wanting to draw him in such a costume was just me being weird...but I hope some fans of both Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss, like the whole him being in a Cinnamon-Roll costume.

anyway I'm gonna hurry up and post this up, and check out some fan art on here and then I will get to work on writing that theory about that angelic steel from the universe of Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss. and hope some like this Crossover drawing, and the whole Lucifer from Hazbin Hotel being in a Cinnamon-Roll Costume. XD

[hyeque]

valentines makeup [nsfw]

synopsis: your fave arrives home late for valentine's day. he decides to make it up to you.

featuring: f!reader x haikyuu boys

notes: this can be whoever you imagine it is to be. happy belated valentine's day! (pls pretend i didn’t repost this like a week later ahaha)

warnings: female body parts, manhandling, pussy eating, fingering, unprotected sex, bad title names

shutting the front door as quietly as he can, he kicks off his shoes. with the roll of his shoulders he can feel the stress of work and other things fading. whenever he can come home to your shared living space he can forget about everything involving any and all sort of problems-

"you're late."

except for your wrath.

he hasn't even gotten a chance to turn around fully, but when he does, you're a sight for sore eyes. you're all dolled up in lingerie, make-up done and hair perfectly set. the sheer lacy robe drapes over your body, barely concealing the snug fit of the bodysuit you have on.

you’re going to be the death of him.

"baby..." he breathes, stepping towards you, still drinking in your figure. "i'm sorry i'm late, you know how things get at work. i sent you a text to let you know i'd be back late." he explains, trying not to anger you any further. It doesn’t work.

"i don't care." you huff, arms crossed. he can't help but trail his eyes to your cleavage and how it sits pushed up. "we made plans and you ruined them."

your boyfriend's eyes scan the dining room table where you had set a candle-lit dinner. his and your favorite foods were set up and he can't help but feel shame. he hadn't meant to leave you alone for so long. and he knew that you were looking forward to spending this time with him. it had been so long that it was just the two of you.

he places the giant, beautiful bouquet of flowers on the table along with the extensive tiffany bags on the floor before turning to take you in his arms. you're visibly shaking and he holds you tighter, trying to get you to calm down.

"you left me here by myself..." you mumble into the crook of his neck. tears sting your eyes but you manage to blink them back.

"i know. i'm so sorry sweetheart. you worked so hard to make all of this. you must be tired." he kisses your forehead, cheeks, neck...his kisses growing sloppier and wetter as he moves down your body. he's kneeling in front of you now, kissing down your stomach. his hands never leave your body as he explores you like a newfound gem.

your breathing hitches, body twitching in reaction to his touch. "i'm...i'm mad at you, yanno."

a smirk is plastered on his face. no matter how mad you were, your body would always respond to his touch. he can feel how needy you are just under his fingertips.

"let me make it up to you then," he says before he's kissing your clothed nether lips. his tongue swipes out to collect the dampness that's leaked through the lace underwear and he groans slightly, “look so good and taste just like it to. i think i need more.”

he knows flowers and jewelry won’t cut it for now. he has to spoil you in a different way.

your boyfriend sweeps you up in his arms with no warning, causing you to squeal, clinging onto his broad shoulders and beefy arms.

"i'm not going to drop you, i promise," he assures, opening the door to your shared bedroom. he places you gently on the bed before he's kneeling in between your legs again. wasting no time, he rips the part covering your cunt.

you gasp. "i just bought this you asshole!"

"don't worry, i'll buy you another one. i'll buy you all the clothes you want me to fuck you in." he replies before attaching his lips to your pussy.

he licks a wet stripe and moans, "best pussy on earth," his large hands grab your thighs and throws them over his shoulders. he's burying his face impossibly closer to you and sucking the bud, making sure not one drop of your juices is wasted.

"ha, mmm! feels good!" any thoughts of arguing with him are gone as he eats you out like a starved man. this is the best way he knows how to apologize and you can't complain. not when he always does such a great job.

"yeah? you look so pretty right now. need you to come all over my face. think you can do that for me?" he asks, looking up at you through his lashes. it almost makes you mad how pretty he looks eating you out.

you nod furiously and your hips move to grind up into his face. his grip on your thighs is deadly, bruising probably as he damn near batters your clit with his tongue and now fingers. you're rapidly approaching your high and you whine, letting him know that.

"come on, pretty girl. need you to squirt all over my face. need you to make a mess of yourself." he slaps your ass and that's what sets you off, body seizing as your orgasm consumes your body. your legs tremble around his head and involuntary squeeze him. he feels like he's in heaven when your juices spray him, allowing him to lick and slurp you up.

his thumb rubs circles into your skin and he waits for you to calm down. when he finally pulls away his chin is dripping with your essence and he grins. he sits up before wiping his face taking time to admire your trembling form.

your eyes can't help but slide down to the front of his pants. the sight of his painfully hard cock straining against the material has you squeezing your legs together and you let a soft whine escape your throat.

if he noticed your reaction, he says nothing as he leans down to capture your lips into a kiss again. you grip tightly onto his shirt, eagerly kissing him back. his large hand holds your face and you feel him nip at your bottom lip before you open it, letting his tongue slip inside. a warm feeling engulfs you as you taste yourself on his tongue.

he pulls you onto his lap, the bulge from his pants grazing against you. you mewl, pleasure igniting through you as you rut harder against him.

“shit baby, just like that…” he grabs your hips and drags you across, your clit catching onto the material in the best way possible. you shamelessly leave behind a wet patch on his pants and decide to lean into his neck. you leave bite marks along the column of his neck, making him groan your name out loud.

your hand palms him, feeling the twitch of his cock beneath his clothes. your palm meets his crotch in a way that nearly has him jerking himself in your hand.

“sweetheart if you keep doing that i’m going to cum.” he hisses, tugging your hand away. he flips you over so that you’re on your back, legs spread out for him and presenting your cunt like a gift.

"please. want you." you reach for him and claw at his clothes. it isn't fair to you that he's wearing so many.

he tilts his head to the side, feigning confusion. "what do you 'want', baby?" his hand palms himself through his pants shamelessly, looking at you right in the eyes.

"you know i'll give you anything you want if you just ask, right?" he quirks a brow, his amused eyes awaiting your response.

you feel yourself becoming shy but your neediness helps you vocalize your needs. "need your cock. want you to fuck me. want to feel all of you."

"is that right?" he hums, his hands unbuttoning his shirt. his toned chest comes into view, followed by his chiseled abs. the sight has you drooling and you wait for him to take off the rest of his clothes.

you grab a hold of his pants and hastily start to remove them. he clicks his tongue, pulling back your hands. you pout and whine, throwing a small tantrum. crying that you need him right now and for him to hurry up.

he seems displeased with your attitude and leans over you, hand enclosing over your neck. “be a good girl for me and be patient, yeah? you’re doing so well it would be a shame for you to start acting like a brat.” his eyes darken at the word and his hand tightens slightly on your neck, making you quiet down immediately.

he pulls back and stands up. he takes off his pants and briefs, his length slapping loudly against his stomach. he sighs when he finally strokes himself. "don’t worry. this fat cock is all yours baby, so let me take great care of you. just lay there and look pretty for me while i fuck your brains out."

you squirm in your spot on the bed and that makes him laugh. his figure looms over you as he aligns his cock with your entrance. a primal urge from within him stirs when he looks at your tiny pussy next to his fat cock. it never fails to amaze him how you make him fit every time. you really are his perfect little cocksleeve whore.

his tip breeches the tight ring of your hole and his mouth falls open as your warmth encases him with each inch disappearing in you.

“fuck you’re tight. sucking me in and milking me so well at the same time…” he breathes. he finds himself taking his time, wanting to memorize the feel and shape of your creamy cunt. he pushes in further and your hand reaches for his, grasping it tightly.

“it’s okay, i got you. you’re doing so good sweetheart. we’re almost there.” he coaxes, kissing your knuckles. he rocks his hips slightly and before you know it, his balls are pressed against your plush ass.

his eyes flutter close and he looks like he’s achieved pure bliss. “oh fuck. missed this pussy so damn much.” a growl escapes him as he jerks his hips a little.

you cry, and it’s only then do you realize it’s all too much, you missed being filled up like this and you can’t help but convulse around him because of that. he’s caught off guard by this and groans, feeling you become tighter and massaging his cock.

he pants, rubbing circles into your hip before huffing out a laugh. “oh baby, did you just cum? did you cum from just me putting my dick in you?” he coos, caressing your face. there’s an arrogant look on his face and you hide shyly in the crook of his neck.

“don’t be shy, think it’s fucking hot how your pussy can’t get enough of me. must’ve missed me too. that’s why it’s mine, right?” he slips his hand over your clit again. your breath hitches as sensitivity takes over.

“y-yea, all yours…” you mumble, eyes hazy. he can’t get over how pretty you look, he hasn’t even played with you that much but you’re already looking partially fucked out. no wonder he’s obsessed with ruining you.

he finally moves his hips, taking time to adjust you for you to be comfortable.

“please move, need more.” tears brim your eyes and you reach up to look at him. “please fuck me hard.” you beg. “want to forget everything.”

how can he say no to your cute face? the sight of your pretty tears going straight to his cock too. “if my baby wants to be fucked dumb, then i can give that to her.” he says, thumbing the apple of your cheek.

he fucks you through your sensitivity, and the sound of his balls meeting your ass fills the room. your whines get increasingly louder as the brutal force of his thrusts sends you moving back each time. the moment his eyes fall on your figure beneath him, he thinks about how lucky he is to have you. you look so beautiful sprawled out, taking him however he wanted to take you.

“so so pretty. so beautiful like this for me.” he praises, and feels your cunt squeeze around him at hearing that. “you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, you know that?” he grabs hold of your hands before lacing your fingers with his.

you babble in response, gushing out more juices around him which creates a loud squelch. it drives him crazy how much of a mess you always make for him.

he kisses your neck and jaw, humming with satisfaction. “you ready for your other valentines gift? yeah? ready for me to fill up this pussy with my cum?”

“please! want it so badly please fill me up!” you lock your legs around his waist. he grunts, becoming impossibly closer to you, and changes his angle, hitting that one spot you love so much.

“ha, fuck,” he groans, “want to see you stuffed full and dripping with my cum.” he pins your hands above your head before he’s near grinding into your core, adding his fingers for good measure.

“f-fuck yes, just like that! feels so g-good!” you squeal, and his cock throbs harder at seeing your eyes roll back.

“good fucking girl, taking me so well.” he rolls his hips and moves them faster. “please cum for me again princess, need to feel you cum on my cock.”

you nod furiously, feeling yourself reach your climax again. you’re chanting his name when your release finally hits and that causes him to come undone as well. his moans are loud as he spills into you, the amount seemingly endless you feel his cock throb from inside of you.

he holds you, planting kisses all over your face which makes you giggle.

“happy valentine’s day, baby. i love you.” he snuggles his face in your neck, smiling.

your words slur in response but he understands well what you want to say.

slowly, he pulls out of you, his eyes going immediately to in between your legs. he swears under his breath as he sees his load spill out of you. he can never get used to the sight. he takes two fingers and shoves the remaining amount back into you. you twitch slightly at his touch when he cleans you up with a wet cloth.

he plants a soft kiss on your forehead and lips. “you did so well. you feeling okay? it wasn’t too much?” he pushes back your hair and his eyes scan you with concern. “tell me if it hurts somewhere.”

“n-no i’m fine…thank you. i love you so much.” you mumble and look at him with wide eyes, love and admiration fill them and he realizes his baby is back. your brain can’t even remember why you were upset in the first place.

mission accomplished. your boyfriend smirks as you lay back on his chest. maybe he would fuck you dumb more often to make you forget.

do not copy and or repost. likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated though! (c) 2022 hyque

[johnsamericano]

𝔖𝔲𝔤𝔞𝔯 ℜ𝔲𝔰𝔥 𝔧.𝔧.𝔥 •2•

Hi hi! I'm back with another chapter. This one might not be as good(?, it's a really fluffy chapter so bear with me.

warnings: sugar daddy jae, he's a big baby, tooth rotting, kinda long.

sugar rush m.list.

taglist: @thoreeo @trustmahluv @sunny-nyu @nanascupid @silent-potato

“Sir, there’s a girl asking to see you.”

“Hey, I’m not a girl!” He chuckled as his finger pressed the button to communicate with his secretary.

“Hey, I’m not a girl!” He chuckled as his finger pressed the button to communicate with his secretary.

“Hey, I’m not a girl!” He chuckled as his finger pressed the button to communicate with his secretary.

“Let her in.”

Only a few seconds later, your head was peeking through his door.

“I brought you coffee.” You extended your hand out, showing him the carton containing two iced drinks. “Are you busy?”

“Not at all, come in.” You sat on the elegant, individual sofa in front of him, his desk serving as a separation. “Are you here to spy on me? Don't you trust me with your father's case?” He pouted, typing something in his keyboard while your palms started sweating.

How could you not trust the man with the highest case winning index in the whole country?

Briefly, after your encounter with the other lawyer, you'd googled him as well as his company. Because of his incredibly high fees, he didn't have many clients, but those few who had enough money to cost him were almost assured to be on the winning side. So then, why hadn't an excellent lawyer like him popped up when you'd first looked for popular firms? Simple, he wasn't popular.

Just like a hidden gem, only a few had the pleasure to know Yoonoh, and you felt beyond grateful for paying that stupid membership weeks ago.

“No, no!” You were quick to defend yourself, frantically shaking your hands to support your previous statement. “Just wanted to be of help.”

Truth to be told, after receiving your first weekly allowance, an unsettling feeling had been squeezing your heart ever since. Call it guilt or whatever, but it didn't set right to be receiving si much help from him when you hadn't had the chance to do anything in return. The least you could do was trying to be polite.

“You shouldn't be spending your money on me. I'm the one supposed to spoil you, remember?” He grabbed the plastic container by the lid, sipping the bitter liquid with an amused smile. “But thank you.”

“I paid my rent yesterday.” You blurted out, trying to avoid the uncomfortable silence threatening to settle between the two of you. “And I still have money left to save for my father's hospital bills, maybe even buy a present for my aunt.”

He admired how noble you were, making sure those around you had enough before even thinking to do something for yourself.

“I have a party this Friday, would you like to attend with me?” Your presence wasn't required as it wasn't a big event, but by the look in your eyes, he knew you were itching to do something in return for his kindness.

“Yes, of course!” Your orbs sparkled with excitement, finally feeling yourself useful.

“If you don't mind waiting, we can go buy something for you to wear right after I finish with this.” For what seemed like the tenth time in less than ten minutes, small beads of sweat rolled down the back of your neck. Thank God he wasn't able to see them. “Oh, come on, don't give me that look!”

“You’ve already done so much for me. I can buy the clothes myself, don't worry.” With a deep sigh, Yoonoh rose from his chair, taking long strides to surround the desk separating you. “W-what are you doing?” Now kneeling on the floor beneath you, his face was dangerously close to yours, coffee breath crashing against your nose.

“Using mind control to convince you to let me take you out.” He stared at you for a couple more seconds before saying: “Is it working?”

“I think your mind control is broken.” You whisper, unable to hold back the small giggles bubbling at the back of your throat.

“How about now?” He batted his eyelashes, trying to act cute despite his bold features. You shook your head.

Just as you thought it was over, his hand went up to cup your jaw, his thumb drawing uneven figures on the ticklish skin.

“How about now?” He repeated. You stammered, unsure of what to say. “Sorry, that was inappropriate.” Aware of your awkwardness and the rising heat in your cheeks, he stood up, walking back to his chair. “But I do want to get you something, would you let me?”

With your mind busy and your guard low, you nodded, unaware of the silly smile on his face.

“I have a few novels on my shelf in case you want something to kill time.”

“Thank you.” You moved to the huge bookshelf facing his desk, grateful your face wasn't visible anymore.

The books were ordered by genre and size, starting from the biggest law-related textbooks to pocket-sized novels, ending with the smallest one he had. The little prince.

Your eyes widened in disbelief. Yoonoh didn't seem to be the type to read that kind of heartbreaking yet beautiful book. Nonetheless, as many said, you can't judge a book by its cover.

An hour or two later, you were halfway into the first book of flowers in the attic, immersed in the small world the author had created. Yoonoh had finished his work a few minutes before, but distracting you when you were reading so vividly, seemed like a crime. He enjoyed the way your eyebrows would knit together every time something shocking happened, clearly too immersed in the novel to notice his intense gaze.

“Y/n...” He whispered once he noticed you were starting a new chapter. You blinked twice, hands clutching the book tightly as you noticed he had finished his work. “You can take it home, don't worry.”

“Sure?” He flashed his pretty dimples as his eyes turned into half-moons.

“You can come back for the rest of the saga when you finish this one. Take as many books as you please, I’ve already read them all.”

“Thank you.” Another act of kindness you had no way of returning. His favors just seemed to be piling up before you could even return any. “Would you like to have dinner with me today? I'm a great cook, or so did my father said.” You blurted out quickly, twisting your hands nervously as you waited for an answer.

“I’d love to. But I might have to attend some work calls if you don't mind.”

“I don't, maybe I'll even have time to bake a cake while you're at it.” God, how bad he wanted to take a picture of that adorably nervous smile.

“Great, so it's settled. Dinner at your place after we go shopping.” He had already put his blazer on, offering his arm to guide you out. With shaky fingers and sweaty armpits, you grabbed it, walking by his side with his secretary’s gazed glued on you. So much for a girl, huh?

Once seated in his car, with the book resting on your lap, you allowed yourself to relax. Yoonoh wasn't a bad person, on the contrary, he was very kind, so there was no use in keeping your guard up when he was around.

“Ready to roll?” You cringed at his use of slang, making him drop his head back to laugh. “What? Isn't it a thing you cool young adults say?”

“Maybe twenty years ago, Yoonoh.” It was the very first time you used his name so informally, and, oh how good it felt to hear you saying it?

“Fine, I won't use it anymore.” He poked your arm like a little child, and for a moment, you wondered if he was actually more than a decade older.

Several bad jokes, two dresses, and a quick stop at the grocery store later, you arrived at your apartment. Yoonoh held everything while you entered the passcode, struggling not to drop a can of vegetables that was starting to bend the edge of the paper bag.

“Ready, hand me something.” You both entered with your hands packed with different things. You went to your room to leave the new dresses while Yoonoh set the paper bags down on the kitchen counter.

“So...” He clapped loudly. “What are we cooking?”

“I bought the ingredients for lasagna. Is that okay with you?” He nodded, lips pressed and dimples in display. “Alright, let's do this.”

It would've been of great help if Yoonoh had told you he didn't know how to cook. But of course, part of the fault was yours for not noticing when he tried to add ketchup to the recipe.

“I burnt it.” He looked at the semi-carbonized pasta with disgust, feeling ashamed of having ruined your dish. “Let’s just throw it away and order something.” He was about to touch the hot container until your grip on his wrist halted his movements.

“We just pulled it out of the oven.” You shook your head in disbelief at the man standing in front of you.

“Sorry.”

Despite Yoonoh’s endless complaining, you ate the lasagna. The flavor wasn't that bad when you scratched off the burnt parts, especially when accompanied by a cold glass of wine.

“It’s not that bad.” You repeated over and over again. A phone call interrupted him from self-pitying any further. “Go on, take it.” You continued eating while he spoke in the living room.

It wasn't until a couple of minutes later that you realized he was whisper yelling at whoever was on the other line. It was your first time seeing him angry, and you didn't like it one bit. The way his face turned completely stoic, his eyes cold as his hand rested on his hip. Sweet, caring, Yoonoh was gone.

“I told you I needed it for today.” He said through gritted teeth. “You better get it before I arrive back at the office, or you can find yourself another job.” Even after he hung up, Yoonoh stood in the middle of the shared area, clutching his phone so tightly, it seemed like it would break any minute.

You wanted to ask if everything was alright, if he needed any help, but most importantly, if the things he needed were related to your father's case, but all the words stuck to your throat like insects in a spider web.

“I need to go.” He simply said, not even bothering to fake a smile. “Thank you for dinner, I'll see you on Friday.” With his free hand, he grabbed the coat hanging from his chair and left, slamming the door on his way out.

Was that the real Yoonoh?

A shiver ran down your spine. What had you gotten into? From what you'd seen, it was only about time he would show his true self to you as well.

All the trust you'd built up during the day, had crumbled down in a matter of seconds. The worst part? You didn't even feel entitled to be scared, not after all he'd done for you.

‘Just keep your distance.’ You repeated like a mantra as you got ready for bed, leaving the book you'd borrowed right where he'd left it, afraid it would burn your fingertips even with the slightest touch.

(...)

The week wasn't nearly as long as you'd wanted it to be, and soon enough, you were struggling to zip the dress you'd bought days ago. Your makeup was done, and Yoonoh had texted you he was on his way, yet, you'd been fighting with the zipper for at least ten minutes. Your fingers were cramping, and the clock was ticking.

Just when you'd finally started to drag the small piece of metal, the doorbell startled you, causing you to let go of it.

“Fuck!” Have you ever felt so desperate that tears start pricking your eyes? Well, that was the exact case happening at the moment.

You opened the door with the salty water collecting at the corner of your eyes, surprising Yoonoh, who was wearing his best dimply smile.

“What’s wrong?” He had a bouquet poorly hidden behind his back, probably to apologize for the night he abruptly left and almost knocked down your door.

“I-I can't zip up my dress.” Your voice came out shaky, giving away the emotions burning your gut. Thankfully, Yoonoh didn't seem to notice, and if he did, he didn't mention it.

“I’ll help you.” He, not-so-discretely, put down the bouquet, gently turning you around to your discomfort. His cold hands touched your back as he dragged the zip up, noticing how tense you were but deciding not to comment on it. “Oh! You haven't moved the book from where I left it.”

“I haven't had time to read.” He hummed, crouching to reach for the bouquet and hand it to you. “Thank you.”

“It’s my way of apologizing for the fit I threw a couple of days ago.” A fit? That was one way to call it.

“It’s okay.” You lied as you pushed the corners of your lips to form a credible smile. “Let’s get going.”

The flowers were left on the kitchen counter before you left. The ride in the elevator was awfully quiet, and Yoonoh had no idea what had happened. You were so chatty the last time he saw you, so of course, he was taken aback by the sudden change.

“It’s not going to take long, so we can head out for some drinks later if you'd like...” You nodded, for you knew speaking would only expose your discomfort. “Is everything alright?”

“Yeah! Just nervous about the party, that's all.”

You stood by Yoonoh’s side for the rest of the evening, smiling and nodding at his acquaintances’ comments. At one point in the evening, a man, not much older than you, approached you both with a wide smile.

“Dude, I hadn't seen you in ages. Stop sending your workers and come see me yourself.” They hugged. Why were they hugging?

“Y/n, this is my brother, Sungchan.” The man with puppy-like eyes embraced you tightly, almost as if welcoming you to his family. “Sungchan, this is y/n, my girlfriend.” He said it so naturally, it’d take a detective to figure out the truth about your relationship.

“I’ve heard a lot about you. I'm sorry for your father. But don't worry, we'll take those bastards down.”

“I’m not following...” You blinked repeatedly, eyes going back and forth between Yoonoh and his brother.

“Sungchan is a doctor. I asked him to look at your father's case for further evidence. My assistant was supposed to pick up the report the day we had dinner, but she forgot to drop by. Now we’re a day behind schedule.” The dark cloud surrounding him seemed to be slowly dissipating as you heard his explanation. “This is an important case, and I want to be as meticulous as possible.”

Thank you didn't seem the right thing to say at the moment, at least not with Sungchan standing there, so you simply grabbed his hand, squeezing it to let him know how grateful you were.

To your surprise, he didn't even flinch as he locked your hands together, causing a small giggle from Sungchan.

“Okay, love birds, I'll get going.” He waved you goodbye, making his way to another table where his friend waited for him.

“Can we talk?” You whispered in his ear, afraid one of the numerous attendants would hear you.

“Sure.” Without letting go of your hand, he drove you to a small, private garden just outside the ballroom. “Are you gonna tell me what's wrong now?” His thumb caressed your knuckles with gentle strokes.

“I’m so sorry.”

“What for?”

“I pushed you away at the minimum trouble when you were only helping me.” He hummed as if he already knew about it. “And it will probably happen again, so please, be patient with me. I'm going through-” Your face collided against his chest as his arms draped over your shoulders, squeezing you tightly.

“Call me reckless, but I've wanted to do this for a while.” Your hands hung at the sides of your torso, unsure what to do next. “You can push me away, I'll understand...”

Instead, your palm found its place in his back, rubbing up and down the designer jacket. Your hair started turning messy from the night breeze, some strands striking Yoonoh’s chin as his embrace only grew tighter.

“Let’s get out of here.” He mumbled, crawling the back of your head with his hand. “Sungchan can deal with my father's friends.”

“Are you sure?” His hum vibrated through his chest, making you giggle at the odd feeling.

Once seated in his car, his hand found yours like a magnet, the warmth emanating from it comfortably enveloping your skin.

The calmness of the atmosphere was interrupted by a call from his brother, who seemed to be anxiously explaining something through the phone.

“Just tell him I had a work emergency.” With that said, he hung up, placing his hand back again on top of yours. “Sorry, he said it was urgent.”

“It’s okay.” An unsettling feeling pinched your stomach, but you decided to dismiss it, immersed in the chilly weather of the dark streets.

You arrived at the river, where Yoonoh asked you to wait for him while he bought a couple of beers. It was a sight to see, both of you clad in fancy clothes, barefoot and chugging down can after can.

“I think I like being with you.” You declared, mind fuzzy from the alcohol intake.

“I think I like it too.” The tips of his ears were rosy, revealing he was as intoxicated as you, maybe even more.

“Would you like to visit my father with me tomorrow?” The words flew out of your mouth before you could even realize. Afraid you'd killed the mood, you tried to excuse yourself, only to be interrupted by his lips grazing your ear, placing a timid kiss on your lobe.

“I’d love to.” It was the sweetest peck, no ulterior motives behind it, just pure affection.

“Are we going too fast?” In your drunken state, what you had felt like a real relationship, not a simple agreement. And this sure felt like a first date.

“We’re moving at our own pace, I believe.” He dropped his head on your shoulder, pressing against it to relieve the dizziness clouding his mind. “Are you okay with that? Maybe you don't want to be with an old creep like me, and I'd totally get it. Just don't let me get my hopes up if that's the case.”

“You might be old, but definitely not a creep.” Your fingers combed through his abundant hair as your mind wandered into the future, grateful for the fact that he wouldn't become bald soon. “Or are you?”

“I don't think so.” Anyone who walked by would've seen a couple of goofs, too intoxicated to talk without slurring the words, but you were living in your own, comfy bubble. “I should get you home before it gets too late. Come on, I'll call a driver.” He tried getting on his feet to no avail, stumbling back a little before falling back on his ass.

“My apartment is nearby. You can stay for the night.” You grabbed both pairs of shoes as his arm surrounded your shoulder for assistance. “If you keep supporting your whole weight on me, we're both gonna fall.” People on the street shot you a couple of funny looks, which was understandable since it wasn't usual to see two drunk idiots walking barefoot in the middle of the night.

“How long till-” Hiccup. “-we get there?” His stare seemed to worsen with every step. “God, I think I might throw up.”

“Stop acting like a teenager, we're almost there.”

As soon as you arrived at the small apartment, you sat him down on the little step where you changed your shoes. You left both pairs on the rack, proceeding to put on slippers to enter the house.

“Don’t leave me here!” He whined, stomping his feet like a little kid.

“Just wait for a second!” His attitude was starting to get on your nerves to the point where you couldn't feel the effects of the beer anymore.

You grabbed a rag from the kitchen cabinet and dampened it under the sink. Yoonoh was half asleep when you walked back to him.

“My head hurts.” He mumbled as you sat in front of him, placing his left foot on your lap. “What are you doing?”

“I don't have any slippers that will fit you, and I don't want your dirty feet making my house dirty.” With utmost delicacy, you wiped away the dirt from his toes, noticing the small scratches caused by the gravel he walked on.

He touched your hair while you finished with his other foot, tangling the strands with fascination.

“Done, get up.”

He followed your indications as you guided him to your room, where you laid him down on his side in case he threw up.

“Are we visiting your father tomorrow?” He asked while snuggling under the covers.

“Sure.” You cleared his forehead from the strands falling in it, grazing the soft skin of his forehead. “Sweet dreams, gigantic baby.”

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

All night long.

CHIBS TELFORD.  ┃ SOA.

❝ request by @filipthescot: Holaaaaa mi amooooor!! If you feel like it, I'd love to read Prompt 4 from the smut list with my man Filip😇💚

❝ request by @ladyreapermc: Number 2 for the smut prompts with my favorite Scot Chibs? Please? 🙏🏻

❝ request by @irenne-stans: Could you do the fluff promt #10 with Chibs please 🥺💗

❝ prompts: “One more cheesy pick up line and I’m gonna bend you over the table and fuck you in front of everyone”. / “I know you think about me at night”. / “It smells like… I don't know… jealousy?”

❝ words: about 1.4k.

❝ warnings: nsfw, smut, oral sex (male receiving), fingering, mention of bodily fluids, explicit thoughts, language, and i think that's all.

Gif credits to the author.

MASTERLIST.

Chibs is burning in rage watching you flirt with the new prospect, sitting on the bar with a glass of whisky in his hand and the other arm over the clingy wood. He's trying to figure out what it's been so fun to make you laugh this way. He's a man of jokes too and he hasn't seen you like that with him. That's pissing him off. And all that he wants to do right now is to put his gun on that guy, where the sun doesn't shine and blow out his guts.

But he has to pretend he wasn't looking at you like a maniac the moment you turn around to walk straight to the bar and grab another beer. Resting your forearms on the edge to wait for your drink, you tilt your head towards him.

“What's that face for? Someone told you Nessie doesn't exist, uh?”

Slowly, too slowly, he moves his eyes from the prospect to you. Annoyed. About to punch anyone that crosses his path right now.

“'Am not having fun like ye, that' fo' sure”. Chibs replies, taking a sip from his drink.

You frown funnily at his words, not really believing what is happening right there. “It smells like… I don’t know… jealousy?”

Waving a hand close to his face, you pretend to be smelling the environment around the two of you, before he slaps it playfully as you finally have erased the sour grimace from his face.

“C'mon, Chibsy. Don't deny what is clear to my eyes”.

“Ye're blind, lass”.

About to challenge him, you take a step closer placing your index finger on his collarbone, dragging it over his shirt down through his torso. You see him gulping inevitably, clicking his tongue with feigned annoyance, putting your eyes away from yours. “I know you think about me at night”.

Chibs purses his lips not enjoying that game you're playing and, that under his opinion, will end up worshipping himself in the darkness of his room while thinking about you —like uncountable times he has done.

“The prospect had the balls to talk with me, but he's a five on my scale”.

“Bad luck fo' him”.

“Good for you, isn't it?” You say poking the tip of his nose graciously, earning again his complete attention. “From one to ten, you're a nine and I'm the one you need”.

The Scottish man chokes on his drink as the liquid falls through the wrong side, making him cough while cleaning his mouth with the back of his hand. His eyebrows are frowned angrily, thinking you're just making fun of him.

“Stop playen'”.

“I'm not playing, but if you want, I know a game. It's called Titanic”.

Rubbing his face with his free hand, Chibs snorts deeply, laying his eyes on you waiting for a continuation or an explanation.

“You can be the ocean and I'll go down on you”.

“One mo' cheesy pickup line and amma bend ye over the table and fuck ye in front of everyone”.

Licking and biting your bottom lip, you grab the glass in his hand to empty it with a gulp to leave it over the bar, an instant before gripping your fingers around his wrist to drag him straight to the dorms. You've been waiting too much time for this to happen. And yes, maybe you were playing at first, tasting the water. But he wasn't lying when he has threatened you. Of course, you two earn more attention than you could expect, when the crew watches you disappearing from the party —between cheers and claps and finallys.

As soon as you're locked inside his room, your lips crash with his. You're too necessitated, so is he; devouring your mouth while your fingers manage to undo his belt and the zip of his jeans. Chibs grunts with his tongue inside your cavity and his huge hands squeezing your ass, anxious to feel that same warm wrapping around all his hard length. And you aren't going to make him wait, having the same burning desire for tasting him.

Pushing him to the nearest wall, reclining his back against it, you roll down his black tight jeans and boxers to his ankles —as promised, you kneel. Chibs can't take off his eyes from yours, looking at you begging in silence to alleviate the bittersweet pain concentrated in his hardness. God, he has dreamt about this thousands of times. Your tongue swirling around his dick, your throat welcoming him, your lips sucking his soul out from his body.

So when you fill your mouth with his thick length until your nose touches his pelvis, Filip can't help but close his eyes uttering a pleased grunt echoing the room. His fingers land automatically on your head, forcing you to hold his reddened glans against your walls, making you gag vibrating his whole anatomy. He could cum just by feeling these same shivers another time.

“For chrissake…” He moans swinging your head back and forth, whilst your left hand massages his balls.

Chibs has never felt this good. He's trying to keep calm and control himself from fucking your mouth as he'd like to do right now. Brutality, fastly, without mercy. He can't wait to see his cream spilling down the curves of your lips, making you choke on his dick.

“God… Ye look so beautiful”. He whispers as good as he can.

His vocals cause you to smile somehow, increasing the pace of your dance wrapping his whole extension with the only intention of driving him crazy. And you're getting it, preventing Chibs from breathing quietly. A mix of gasps and whining comes from the deepest place of his soul, helping you with the rhythm needed for more. He buries his dick down your throat, filling your cavity and forcing your walls until your uvula trembles above his most sensitive skin.

He knows he's so close, ashamed for not lasting more than a couple of minutes. He's a man that can please you all night long, but the wait has wreaked havoc in him. Too much time spent on imagining how it would feel. Too much time spent on imagining himself pawing your body, nailing his ringed fingers into your soaked cunt. Too much time spent on imagining hearing you moan his name, begging him to let you cum while riding his face.

And of course, he's going to fulfill his fantasies tonight, leaving your legs shaking and your pussy flooded by his seed.

Just to think about it, Chibs has to contain his breathing when you abuse your throat one last time, feeling how he empties his heat inside your mouth. Ripping his chest by swallowing a loud delighted grunt, as his hands continue pressing your head deeper, you cough slightly until he loosens his grip. Filip doesn't give you time to recover, urging you to stand up, colliding your mouth to taste himself in your saliva. The best combination he has ever savored.

With a tight hand gripping your throat he makes you turn around, pinning you to the wall, using the other to eagerly roll up the gems of your dress and push down your wet panties enough to slam to curved fingers inside you. You cry out with his lips stuck in yours, pounding you with so much savageness that he needs to husk you, or the whole Charming will hear you.

“Ye… Bad girl… Playen' with the prospect ti make me feel jealous…” He groans huskily, not being able to think about it as his thrusts cloud your head. “Gonna make ye understand why whiskey is better than bourbon”.

“Please, Ch— Chibs… I fucking beg you”.

You want him to fuck you, that's evident. You want him to fuck you in every single possible position, in every single corner of this damn town. And he's going to do it —but…

“Say ye're sorre”. He hisses onto your ear, nailing his fingers as much deep as he can, forcing your limits and pushing them to beyond. “Say ye're sorre fo' making me wait, fo' playen with me”.

“I am… I a— am sorry”. You sob placing your hands on his shoulders looking for some balance, as he raises you on your tiptoes. “I am so sorry, Chibsy… Please… Please, fuck me”.

“'Corse I will, my love. Till ye beg me again, but ti stop”.

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[kiranogareru]

STAR GAZING

WARNING: Language, but this is all fluffyyyy

A/N: I present to you, my first requested work. Dedicated to @mysticmaee I apologize for taking so long, I hope this meets your expectations. Enjoy and again I'm so so sorry it took me so long

Y/n and Bakugou -as much as he refuses to admit it- have been pretty good friends for a while and they recently started dating

Katsuki is well aware of the fact that he isn't all that good at this whole relationship thing!

He knows how a relationship is supposed to be like, he's read all those things about them in novels before and even though they appeared unrealistically perfect to him, Bakugou couldn't help but compare himself and feel inferior to those fictional men and their romancing abilities!

He has observed how well Y/N seems to be fitting the role of a girlfriend and has taken mental notes of the way she always shows him how she feels, whether that's through words or affectionate little gestures, such as simply holding his hand!

Bakugou has never really been the type for physical contact, one could even say he is quite touch starved in all honesty, which makes him a little bit timid to show her his appreciation that way, since it makes him feel uncomfortable and it gives him this weird fluttery feeling inside

The blonde thinks back to the short time they have shared as a couple and how sweet Y/n has been to him, even before, when they were just friends and he insisted on pushing her away!

Bakugou is suddenly left dumbstruck, when he comes to realize that he never even asked her out properly! She just kind of blurted out her feelings and he simply claimed her as his..and by his, he means his one weakness, but of course it goes without saying that he would never reveal that!

He then decides that he wants to try harder. He knows he can do better 'I can be the best boyfriend she's ever had, I'll be her number one!' he tells himself

'She put so much effort into approaching me and I know I made it even more difficult -I can't help it, that's just how I am- but the least I can do is put in just as much effort, it's only fair!'

He doesn't want to be a shitty boyfriend, because for 1 he knows that's not what she deserves and 2 he's the best, he's not one of those stupid extras, who would let her slip right through their fingers!

'It's time I finally lowered my defenses' he thinks, although he's still hesitant of showing his softer side and unsure of what that can possibly lead to

Katsuki walks in silence as he rakes his brain for a way to make it up to Y/n for the way he's been so far.

It's not like he's treating her bad or anything, as a matter of fact he is at his calmest when he's around her and all he does is admire the way her beautiful e/c eyes sparkle when she's focused on something she enjoys, or how her face lights up when she's happy, or he revels in the taste of her lips against his own whenever they share an unexpected kiss!

This warm feeling spreads throughout his chest and blood rushes to his cheeks, tinting them with a shade of pink, at the thought of the memories!

That's when it hits him and the perfect idea pops up in his head. If he's learnt anything from romance novels, it's the fact that every relationship starts with a date!

And that's something they haven't done yet, which gives Katsuki the opportunity to change that!

"Katsu?" Y/n stops in her tracks, making him break out of his trance and do the same

"You zoned out, is everything ok?" She asks with a soft smile, placing a hand on his cheek

"Tch, everything's fine dumbass, I'm just thinking" Bakugou returns the smile, resting his hand at the back of her neck, gently pulling her head closer and leaning in to leave a chaste kiss on her forhead

Y/n is left speechless and her cheeks burn up at the sudden action, Bakugou doesn't usually behave this way, especially not in public!

'I don't know what he's been thinking about, but I'm pretty sure it has something to do with this adorable change' She ponders

Y/n is quick to wrap her arms around him and bury her face in his chest, inhaling the scent of burnt caramel and cologne -something that she's grown so accustomed to, that it now brings her comfort

Bakugou's eyes widen in surprise and he lets out a breath as he relaxes, bringing one hand to her head as his other one makes it's way to her back to hold her close

They stand there in each other's embrace for a bit, before they decide to continue their walk to the dorms, hand in hand

•••

Once they reach the dorms, they catch the attention of a few of their classmates and friends. It's only logical though, since a smiling Bakugou Katsuki is not a sight one could easily miss!

The rest of the day goes by pretty quick as usual, since everyone is studying either alone or in groups, but once that's out of the way most of the students normally spend their free time by engaging in their hobbies of choice

While Y/n is hanging out with Jirou in the purple haired girl's room, singing and having a good time, Bakugou takes that chance to go to the kitchen and set his plan in motion

He has all the time he needs to prepare a few things for later

While the ruby eyed boy is in the middle of cooking, Sero walks into the kitchen, Kaminari following close behind him

"Kacchan?!" Kaminari exclaims in surprise

"Hm?" Katsuki turns around and realizes he has an audience

"How come you're cooking today?" Sero questions in confusion

It's not uncommon for the explosive boy to cook for his classmates, but he had done so just a few days ago already, that's what didn't sit right with Sero

"All of you extras cook like shit, tonight we're having some actual food!" Bakugou's voice remains low in volume, but his usual aggression is evident in his tone

"It smells amazing, what is it?" Sero technically drooling as he walks over to check

"I bet it's something spicy!" Kaminari declares, knowing his friend's taste

"Damn right Dunce Face! Let's hope you idiots can handle it this time! Tch" Bakugou tries to mask the smile forming on his face with his signature, cocky, smirk

"Kaminari.." Sero gives the electric blonde a look

"I know right!" Kaminari laughs, returning the look

"What are you idiots on about?" Bakugou raises an eyebrow

•••

As soon as the table is set and dinner is served, the students pick up on something unusual

"Hm? Where did Bakubro go?" Kirishima points out, while looking around the room

Kaminari and Sero stand back to back with a hand on their chin and wearing a knowing expression of confidence on their faces! The sparkles surrounding them are technically visible at this point

"What do you know? Spill the tea!" Mina interrogates with a pointed look

"Has anyone seen Y/n? I thought I saw her come downstairs earlier.." Jirou asks, seemingly popping up out of nowhere

"They are probably fu-" Sero wraps Mineta up using his tape with an unbothered face

"Shut up you nasty grape!" He scolds "They are on a date! We are sure of it!" He continues pridefully

"Who knew Bakugou could be so good with the ladies, right!" Kaminari comments, almost in disbelief

Meanwhile Y/n is comfortably sitting on a blanket behind the dorms with Bakugou. The night air feels cool on her skin, but not cold enough to give her goosebumps. It is rather refreshing if anything

They place their now empty dishes on the tray that's sitting in front of them and Bakugou pushes it aside

"That was delicious!" A look of content spreading on her features

"Hm, of course it was!" He cocky voice sounds. A winning smile playing on his lips

"Katsuki, this is so sweet..thank you" Y/n softly speaks, tilting Bakugou's head slightly with a hand on his cheek and leaving a feather-like kiss on the other

"You don't need to thank me dumbass..you deserve it!" His tone calm and loving

Bakugou lifts his hand and places it over her smaller one that is resting on his face

They lie down on the blanket, eyes staring at the wide night sky, littered with sparkling gems

"That one reminds me of you!" The excitement clear in her voice as she points at the sky

"How can a star remind you of me dumbass?" His laughs in amusement

"The way it shines looks like an explosion, it's powerful and beautiful!" Her explanation flusters the blonde momentarily, but he gathers himself and starts looking for the perfect star

"That one right there is you then!" He gestures towards it

"Is it now? How can a star remind you of me eh?" She teases

"It stands out, it's so bright and has such a stong presence!"

"Katsu..you idiot" She murmurs feeling bashful

"Huh who are you calling an idiot, idiot?"

Y/n intertwines her hand with his and Bakugou tenses up!

He still isn't used to the gentle gesture, since he has always perceived his hands as weapons, however as he eases into it he starts rubbing small circles on the back of her hand with his thumb

"This side of you is so soothing, so intoxicating~" She smiles before continuing

"I'm so lucky to be the one who gets to see you so peaceful..Dynamite" He is caught off guard by the mention of his hero name, which only she knows this far

The first reaction that comes to his mind is to kiss her and his body acts just as fast, pulling both her and himself to sit up and doing exactly that

His lips connect to hers in an uncharacteristically slow and passionate kiss! It is as if Bakugou is pouring everything that he can't put into words in this kiss!

He pulls away with his confidence restored

"Do you want to be mine?"

"I'm my own person idiot and we're already dating!" She laughs, knowing what he meant, but wanting to mess with him regardless

"I know that dumbass! You think I would date some sort of weakling?" He asks matter-of-factly

"I'm already yours and you're all mine!" She boasts

"Damn right!" Bakugou cups her face in one hand, tilting it upwards and leaning down slightly to capture her lips with his once more

[llywsuho]

Futury is Relative

couple: loki × reader

warning: mention of death, what should have happened (marvel you promised)

good reading

Chaos, destruction, death. Asgard was in flames and, after Loki united the crown of Sutur with the Eternal Flame and reborn it in order to defeat Hela, part of the kingdom was in ruins.

As an Avenger, friend of Thor and girlfriend of Loki, you came to Asgard a few times, enough to fall in love with the place, it was an enchanting realm, with a natural beauty and species of animals and plants that you had never seen on Earth.

But now, nothing that was before your eyes resembled the prosperous kingdom Asgard used to be.

While Thor, Hulk, Loki, Valkyrie and what's left of Asgard's army were fighting Hela's army, you were building up telekinetic energy barriers to protect part of the army and the people of Asgard as they entered the ship. Until you got hit with one of Hela's daggers, the cutting material went through your abdomen, luckily you managed to heal most of your wounds, but this one destabilized you, and you couldn't fight anymore, just maintain the telekinetic barriers, so it helped inside the ship.

— Y/n! — Loki called you, the worry screamed in his voice — What happened? Thor told me you were hit.

— I'm fine, I managed to heal enough to maintain the barriers, but I can't do more than that.

—Does it hurt? I can-

— No need, — you cut him off, — I'm fine. Go help them.

— Okay. — He turned around, but before he could leave you called him.

— Loki.

— Yea? What was it? — He brought your face close to hers, searching for any trace of pain or discomfort. — What are you feeling? Where does it hurt?

— No, that's not it. I'm fine.

— Then?

— I know you took the Tesseract, I feel its power. You have to leave him here.

— To be destroyed? Something so powerful cannot be left to ash.

— It won't be destroyed, it's one of the Gems of Infinity. You can't take him, Loki.

— Why not?

— Because if you take him we're all going to die.

— What? What are you saying?

—Loki, — you laced his hand with yours — please trust me. Leave the Tesseract.

— I can not understand. — He sighed. — Why would we die?

You raised your hand to touch Loki's face, using your powers to make him see what you saw, what had plagued you for over two years. Thanos's attack, the extermination of almost every Asgardian and... Loki's death. Something that completely gave you goose bumps every time you remembered or thought about. All his visions had come to pass, whether they were good or bad. But this one... this one you prayed was wrong. And now, with Ragnarok, the part that showed the Asgardians in a ship, you understood that this was where your vision would come to life.

— Thanos is looking for the Gems, and now that he already has the Gem of Power, it's easier for him to find the others. I don't care how he gets the Tesseract, he's going to find it anyway. I can't lose you, Loki. — a tear fell from your left eye as you held Loki's face. His expression was unreadable, shock, indecision, pain. It's not easy for anyone to see their own death. — Now you understand?

He looked at you, trying to find anything that would take him out of his thousands of thoughts.

— Yes. — He tightened his grip on your hand. — I understand. I will do what you ask me.

You nodded, causing another tear to fall. You pressed your lips to his, like it was the last time. And you were afraid it was.

— I love you, Loki.

— I love you, my love.

— Go, they need you.

He nodded and left, not before kissing you again.

In his entire life, Loki never stopped to think about how he would die. In fact he never imagined anything that was happening, fighting side by side with his brother, the end of his kingdom, and above all, love unconditionally.

In all these years with you, Loki has never denied a request from your, and this won't be the first time.

english is not my native language, sorry for any spelling mistakes :)

you're welcome, let me know if you liked it 🥰

kisses, lly

[frame-of-mind-au]

Day 003.

Steven doesn't recall much of what happened in between Greg's arrival at the hospital and his admission to the Institute. 

The first several hours go by in a blur. He's silent almost the entire time, uttering a few things here and there to Greg and gems as they try to piece together the series of events that lead to him sitting in the ER covered in someone else's blood. The doctors, meanwhile, whisper amongst themselves about his bizarre half-human anatomy, and while he can't make out every word, he can tell by what he does hear that they don't know his hearing isn't quite fully human either. 

They try to pull more information from him, both about the incident at the gas station and about how he's currently feeling, but all he can manage to say is, "I'm tired." 

Greg takes that as his que to shoo the hospital staff out of the room, and when he can't get them to leave, Garnet's silent, but intimidating, aura in tandem Amethyst's shouting and pushing does. 

Pearl gently takes off his jacket and tosses it aside. "Steven, I know you're not feeling very talkative right now, but --"

"I'm tired, Pearl." he repeats. Normally he wouldn't cut her off, but nothing about this was normal. With the initial adrenaline fueling him now gone, he slumps over and drops his head into his hands. "I just wanna rest."

"Alright," she whispers as she softly kisses his head. "We can talk more tomorrow."

When he wakes up the next morning, Steven is still feeling drained, but his words finally come back to him. Unfortunately for everyone else, his memory isn't any less spotty, and “I don't remember,” quickly becomes his unintentional new catchphrase. Several terms are tossed around as the doctors and nurses attempt to determine what's caused his lapse in memory, but the one that crops up again and again is 'PTSD', something frequently brought up by his therapist  as well. 

"Sometimes, when we experience something very painful, emotionally or physically, it's too much for us to process, so our brains block off access to those memories until we can process them," the nurse examining him says. 

"Yeah, my therapist said something similar," he nods, "I'm sorry I -- uh, thank you for being so patient with me," he corrects, trying to shake off his bad habit of constantly apologizing.

The nurse smiles at him. "No worries! We've been talking with your family, and they think you could use some extra support. There's a place a few miles from here that might be a good fit for you."

And so, over the next two days, his things are packed up and he's sent to the Delmarva Institute of Medical Research and Technology. It's not a place that strictly tackles mental illness, but his half-alien nature makes it harder for more standard facilities to take care of him long-term. Steven isn't very fond of the idea at first, but it's clear that there's something wrong with him that his family can't help fix alone, so he doesn't argue against their decision. 

The building is absolutely massive, a fortress of white marble and green glass. The inside buzzes with activity, with many dozens of people in various uniforms going about their daily tasks. Steven squeezes his dad's hand as they make their way to the front desk, and Greg squeezes it back. "Don't worry, Schtu-ball, I'm here for you."

"I know... there's just, well, a lot of people. This place is huge. What if I get lost?" 

Greg pats him on the head. "I'm sure they'll have only one area for you to stay in. Plus there's plenty of staff here, you can always ask them for help if you get lost."

"I guess so..." he sighs.

His dad helps fill out all the paperwork and introduce him to the doctors and staff watching over him for the next few weeks. Dr. David Wulfenite is assigned as his primary doctor and psychiatrist during his stay. He's a tall man, easily towering over Greg, with long salt-and-pepper hair tied into a ponytail. He speaks softly to Steven as he introduces himself, but his actual language is no-nonsense and straightforward, guiding him through the admission processes as efficiently as possible. 

The doctor takes him through the maze of hallways throughout the facility, stopping at the room Steven will be staying in; a small, sparsely decorated space that smells faintly of bleach, with the label 'I-A 113' next to the door. "This is it," he says, idly twirling a pen around his fingers as Steven drops his bags next to the window, "I'll have Olivia stop by in an hour or two to help you order your lunch. If you need anything, just use the phone next your bed." He leaves him alone in the room without waiting for a reply.

Steven lies down on the bed in the corner and stares up at the tiled ceiling, his mind racing with a million questions. The one that comes out of his mouth, however, is just, "What have I gotten myself into?"

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